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Chapter 199
When I held the mirror up to my face
I saw beauty.
Not the kind that could start wars,
But the kind that could end them.
"I'm beautiful," I repeat until the words don't sound foreign to me.
A step outside, and it shatters
One stare is all it takes, you see.

Chapter 350
You killed yourself today
Put a bullet through your head to ease the guilt that was eating you alive
And sooner or later would have crushed you anyway
I guess it's easier to live with an ugly face than a grotesque mind.

Chapter 120
Today you told me that you loved me
And I cried, not because I couldn't return your feelings
But because you hit me when I denied.
Repeatedly, only stopping to curse and call me names
I don't even remember signing the relationship contract.

Chapter 64
I still remember the look on your face when I called you my best friend.
Like a child who has unlocked a hidden level
What you failed to acknowledge, however, was that this isn't a game. 
There are no levels to unlock or points to gain, I am a human, not some kind of achievement.
 
Chapter 119
You're still my friend.

Chapter 121
You're dead to me.

Chapter 150
Your overflowing love became impossible for you to contain
So you decided to throw it all over me
Your burning love making it's way all the way from my skin to my bones
Eating at my flesh like crumbs
Tell me, 
Was my rejection that corrosive?

Chapter 162
Today, a little girl called me a Monster
So I told her that monsters don't exist,
Only humans with ego more fragile than a cracked glass
Wolves wrapped up in sheep skin.
But you, you are a human. To tell otherwise would excuse you from the burden of your crime.
Take responsibility, do not deny.

Chapter 202
I can finally look at myself in the mirror without cringing.
Beneath the saggy and acid-torn skin, I'm still the person I raised myself to be.
When a seed is buried, it does not die
It sprouts into a beautiful tree
You see, the acid may have burned off my leaves
But my roots are still intact, even stronger than they used to be.

Chapter 580
My saggy skin is now wrinkled, my hair is grey
I'm a well stacked shelf of knowledge and memories
And you, bare bones six-feet-under hell
But I'll still tell you this, eye to eye
That day, you ruined only my face
Not my life.

Chapter 1
It started at a bus stop
With a hello and a gentle smile
The boy with a friendly grin - innocent yet so wild
A thought twitched deep inside of me, or maybe a feeling
Telling me, this is not the end
Just the beginning.
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